I’m sitting in an airport waiting for my flight, surfing the Internet and watching CNN reports of the devastating tornadoes in Missouri.
There was a miraculous story of a family who escaped to a safe room in their house but weren’t able to get the family dog in time. They prayed and they hoped and they ended up finding the dog about three miles away perfectly fine. The owners thanked God for answering their prayers.
Immediately after this, the next report detailed a missing 3 year old boy… whose family is surely praying and hoping just as hard. And then there was a 16 month old boy found dead in spite of the family’s praying and hoping.
I don’t even think I can comment… just trying to digest the juxtapose of that.